The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

of me felt the loss the moment I stepped out of that room.
I’d never given my virginity much importance until that
moment when I no longer had it.
By the time I got to the floor that the party was taking
place, I was smiling again. It hadn’t been a fairy-tale
experience with rose petals and candles, but it had been
perfect nonetheless. I found Etienne, standing near the back
door with his hands on his hips, and I knew he was looking
for me. When I reached him, he shook his head.
“I’ve been looking everywhere. I even walked to your
house thinking you were home.”
“No man left behind, remember?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Where were you?”
“Around.” I shrugged. “Didn’t you tell me to have fun?”
“How much fun did you have?” He eyed me closely, a
smile tugging on his lips.
“More than I’ve ever had.”
“Adeline Sofia Isabella Bouchard!”
“Etienne Pierre Bellerose,” I said in a mocking tone.
“We are leaving this party right now.” He grabbed my
arm and led me outside with a laugh. “Your father will
murder me if he finds out this happened under my watch.”
“Oh please. As if he doesn’t know your reputation.”
“Still.” He yanked his mask over his head as we walked
over to my parents’ villa. “Who was he?”
“I don’t know.” I pulled my mask o as we reached the
door.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t. He was . . . dreamy. Gorgeous. So, so hot.” I
sighed. “But I didn’t get his name. It doesn’t matter anyway.
I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Today,” he said, glancing at the big-faced watch on his
wrist. “Your flight is in four hours. You need to finish
packing and we need to go.”